Mmm, what a weekend. Iva surely knows how to make a bloke happy, though do wish I coulda touched her more often. Ah well, next time, we’ll pamper each other, so we get equal give and take.

In any case, I drag my pile-o-mush self into the Wheezes, to the catcalls o’ Trudes (I’ll get my chance, just you wait, now she’s got a girl), and head to the backroom to check on stocks for ingredients.
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Ya know, quite like that Paddy takes a long lunch to listen to storytime. For a while, the clone and I thought she was way too serious, but this storytime business is the next step to skivin’ off. At WWW, not only do we have sick leave and paid vaca, but we also got five skive days a year. Yeah, I know, sorta defeats the purpose of skivin’ off when ya got permission, but it was better’n “mental health” day. ‘Course we coulda just called ‘em “mental days” and have done with it, but the clone and I liked the sound o’ “Skive Days” better.

So while she’s off at ‘er storytime, I’m doin’ a little officework in the office, Coffee skitterin’ around the desk makin’ rings and whatnot. Little rascal. I finish fillin’ out the parchmentwork for our latest invention to get patented, then slip it into a folder so’s Fredgie can check it over. I know he trusts me to get it all done right, as do I him, but we’re clones. Excuses for interaction, dontcha know.

( In need of skiving )

Sorta thankful Parv went off to her wedding thing after all them kids went back to school, and before them Hogwarts orders started up again. I couldn’t spare the weekend to pick up the slack, since I’m workin’ the laf with Aley. Thankfully all we got pending is Flitty’s tatts.

I’d considered takin’ the day off, but she comes back Wednesday and I reckon I can wait that long. In the meantime, I’m arranging the stock shelves from the melee of weekend sales and Pip and Thack’s mad-house rush to replenish.

( George or Fred? )

“I like the new place,” Trudes says, shoving a box to the back of the shelf. “Don’t get me wrong, Whicheveryouare, and it’s loads of fun to prank the knickers off all them people, but I don’t like this whole being in charge thing.”

I hand her another box from the crate I got in me arms. “May be so,” I muse, “but you’re the best qualified. I mean, you been with us a year and a half. Pranked the clone and me numerous times. And we’re not gonna bring in some green bean off the street knows nuthin’ ‘bout how we work, tell ‘im to run our Maison d’Mischief.”

Trudes slides the last one back on the shelf and heads for the next display. “I’ll manage your ruddy Maison,” she says lightly, “since you’re payin’ me enough for it, but soon as there’s somebody else as comes along you think could do it better, don’t think there’ll be any hard feelins if you take my position away and just have me on regular prank duty.”

( Days off and people in charge )